Bronze statue (short story) | Estatua de bronce (relato breve)

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[ENG]

Marked out on the ground was a circle that was less worn than the area around it. In the centre was a photograph of the bronze statue of a man after whom the village was named: ‘Bronze Statue’.

Tourists were mindlessly taking photos of the empty space with the faded photograph.

That place, once renowned for its unique houses built of bronze, its square with bronze playground equipment, its pavements chiselled from bronze, and its shops selling only bronze objects, was now adorned with poorly nailed planks and pieces of fabric to cover the gaps.

‘Where’s the bronze statue? And all the bronze things the travel blog mentioned?’ asked one, bewildered.
The guide began to tell the story of how the village had suffered an economic crisis and some people had slowly started to sell off the metal. Soon others realised what was happening and joined in frantically. Before long, there was nothing left…

‘Look! A little bronze badge,’ interrupted a child.
‘That’s not bronze,’ said his mother, exasperated, as her son threw it on the ground in disappointment, just before the guide covered it with his foot and glided over with a gentle sway to pick it up and tuck it into his pocket.





[ESP]

Marcado en el suelo, un círculo menos gastado que su alrededor. Al centro, la foto de la estatua de un varón de bronce que daba nombre al pueblo "Estatua de Bronce".

Los turistas sacaban fotos por inercia al espacio vacío con la foto ajada.

Aquel lugar, que alguna vez fue reconocido por sus originales casas construidas en bronce, su plaza con juegos de bronce, sus aceras cinceladas en bronce, sus negocios que ofrecían objetos únicamente de bronce, ahora se vestía de tablones mal clavados y telas para cubrir los huecos.

'¿Dónde está la estatua de bronce? ¿Y todo lo que es de bronce que decía el blog de viajes?' preguntó uno desconcertado.
El guía comenzó a contar la historia de cuando el pueblo sufrió una crisis económica y algunos empezaron lentamente a vender el metal. Pronto otros se dieron cuenta y se sumaron desenfrenadamente. En poco tiempo no quedab...

'¡Miren! Una chapita de bronce,' interrumpió un niño.
'No es de bronce eso,' dijo la madre ofuscada mientras su hijo la arrojaba al suelo decepcionado, apenas antes de que el guía la tapara con su pie y se deslizara con un contoneo suave para recogerla y guardarla en el bolsillo.




✍🏼 Original content: I am the sole author of this text, which was written especially for the Freewriters community / Contenido original: Este texto es de mi total autoría y fue escrito especialmente para la comunidad de Freewriters


📷 Technical Data / Ficha Técnica :

• Device / Dispositivo:
Motorola Edge 50 Fusion

• Editing / Editor:
Snapseed

• All the photos were taken by me / Todas las fotos son de mi autoría


🩼 Translated with the unconditional support of Deepl

Bronze statue (short story) | Estatua de bronce (relato breve) | Ecency